Day 1 and 2 of Eton were pretty much a blur of courteous introductions and small talk, instantly forgetting everything the other person said because of the info overload. However, everyone putting themselves out there really helped settling in. The girls in my house - Manor - are so lovely and friendly, as is everyone else - and it's not at all intimidating. The Undergrads are a step between your classmates and House Parent - and they are there to make sure you feel at home. And we do call it home now.
We're all in the same boat, and it's exciting to meet new people, having to break the ice and find out how they got to here and why they love what they're doing.
The towering historic buildings and winding streets of Eton are gorgeous and after slowly learning navigation ofthe town, I began to see the appeal of the quiet, studious, tea-drinking (a worthy passtime) atmoshpere.
The work can as a little jolt. A blind delirium of amazing discussions, lectures and jokes - yes, even jokes - and although I do English, it seems the other subjects are equally as engaging. The facilities are amazing - I mean, where else would you find 18th century first editions being passed around an English classroom?! - and the whole place encourages discussion. Everyone is so passionate - about discussing their subject, University and just living and learning. It's like we breathe it. It's so nice to be able to remember why we love what we do, and glimpse at the world beyond the exam board.
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